Last Orders

If only he'd called last orders

Even though the sun still threw its summer blanket over my lazy shoulders

And burned my reflection into the black screen of your glasses

A reflection of who I was

No premonition of who I would become

While the last cigarette still lingered on my tongue

Leaving the taste of nostalgia and bitter familiarity in my breath

And daring excitement and rebellion on yours

As your words twinkled and danced around an undeniable truth

And I

In innocence half feigned

Half in hope

Half in dream

Took one step forward

Edging towards your tango of inevitable wounds and tears.

If only they'd rung the bell

And we'd knocked down the last of that lukewarm wine

From watermarked glasses that threw distorted shadows on the table before us

As the dusk swept in like a curtain

Smothering our small talk

Leaving only an enduring flame built of history and kindled with confessions

Around which we huddled, as night fell,

Singing songs no strangers have a place to sing.

If only we'd walked our separate ways

Instead of throwing our liquored words along the train tracks

Loud enough for only us to hear

But a deafening scream in our heads

As they hurtled over an invisible line

And plummeted down a cliff face of caged emotion from which there was no return.

If only I'd never let you into my head

With nothing left to do but flush you out

With the same sickly wine that put you there

To drown the hole i feel growing in my stomach

Gnawing at my inside

Before I lose myself to anger or to pain

Before I admit I miss you

Before he calls last orders.

Reviews

[iamshadowine]

its such a nice poem!! loved it! :) keep writing

[Indigo Rose]

Thank you so much! Very new to this, so I really appreciate your review :)